Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.